Autumn Reaches Past Its Bloom

“Autumn reaches past its bloom

A cold November afternoon

The trees stand bare against the sky

A solitary leaf floats by

The earth has changed, and changed again

From summer's green to autumn's red

And soon the wood will sink beneath

A swath of white, a winter sheath

How beautifully each day is made

Each sunbeam cast and setting laid

By what great hand is such work done

My heart can think of only one.”

Laura Jaworski 🍂